Poem: What they'll Say(new poem)

You would understand it. Because you are.
It is always the forethoughts that drive,
but the memory of the moon, that remembers
the sun, that freckled my shoulders, that builds a future.

What comes from nothing? What could?
Been more than dead many times; forgotten even
and repeatedly tossed from the mud
like Lazarus, into the dried dirt choking,
and scuffling 'til I die again.

They'll tell you you are strong, and you'll listen.
Loping's only for the weak. Bounding like rabbits
to safe holes, where the light is dull, the air dry
and they can only hear the gruesome stars when it rains.

Poem: omkara

one thing that is everywhere
and will outlast every blaze and shimmer
is the foe of light and life
and I can't see any sensibility
in its neglecting or failing evasion

I bury my every squinting eye far
from the aches of a swollen pupil
it's the only place to be knighted
the only way my name can be heard
echoing through every temple's whisper,
sigh, mutter and wince of denial or indifference

the dark will always transcend light
a black flame with an eternal glow
never flickers or wavers
as long as I accept the fate of all things

I am dark

I am existence

- Published in Thirteen Myna Birds 2012